Catharsis

She was lost. 

Lost searching for her handicapped mother who stitched torn kites for her childhood competitions,

Lost searching for her father who sold his motorcycle so she could study,

Lost searching for her childhood friend whose bruised fingers brought her plucked roses without thorns,

Lost searching for her husband who cried his heart out when she missed her dream scholarship,

Lost searching for her bosom friend who went away forever because of one lie.

He found her. 

Found her by crying with her,

Found her by seeing her world from her eyes,

Found her by loving her for who she was. 

She danced like the whirlwind, 

He swayed hand in hand, 

For in finding her, 

He found himself.

Amit Saraf